Indigo Child

unravelling adria

I’ve never really been afraid to admit that I was a lot less put together than most of the people I was surrounded with. That’s one of the reasons I first fell in love with writing, a lot of people aren’t comfortable with you being okay with the less than perfect bits of yourself, and I got tired of pretending that I didn’t have broken pieces at a really young age. Writing was one of the only times I could be okay with the messy bits. Feel in wholes instead of partials and still write about feeling a whole lot less than whole.

You’ve seen the messy bits of me. The parts I’ve been told to put away since the day I knew they existed.

You’ve watched me unravel.

And break.

And accept.

And try to piece back broken bits.

And stitch the jagged bits into something I liked.

And then unravel more

So this is a space full of all my ‘i’m a mess’ posts. The ‘i’m not perfect’ posts. The ‘feeling in 14 foot wave’ posts.

And I hope by reading them, you realise that it’s okay. It’s more than okay to not have everything figured out and that your feelings are valid.